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illfightyou – midnight lyrics

[verse 1: ugly frank]
look, look
my eyes bleeding
im dreaming the devils talking to me
my clock ticking dog
this week i’m bout to crack
had to stick a p-ssy n-gga for his chain to get a sack
cellphone in my backpack, f-ckboy, back back
who the f-ck you knew could kick some game
i f-cking do
so rock the leather fitted cap
and still remain to be the cool one
talking h-lla sl!ck i split your dame up with my crew tee on
and skated that b-tch, scooping all the babes up from the hoopers
look
i stack heavy, i’m checking my blackberry
hit the telly, scan the lot to find a spot to stash your body at
overlook the water, hit my powder pack
text your baby momma
you alone, can i come over, for a power nap?
bust that p-ssy open, then i tell her bring it back
b-tch i know that you in love, but i don’t got the time for that
all you little maf-cker chillin’ with his pistols packed
when you rich its just a certain type of b-tch that you attract
for real
another day another cap is peeled
i’m walking faded in a cactus field
i know i’m practically famous
so i be traveling with shaded eyes and packin’ steel
go ask your mama, i’m a mac for real
ya feel?
two in the morning i be creepin’ through the window
get your tv and your indo
f-ck, police is b-tches back to back
i got your camera and your speaker system f-cking crack
it’s no remorse my n-gga stack for stack
bump a little crack, hit my b-tchs
p-ssed
stumbled to the back, fully loaded
f-ck em’ from the back, struggled with a match
dead
i only grown up, with a b-n-r in a mosh pit
my pupil wanderin my glock tip
it’s butcher

[verse 2: evergreenone]
i’m eyein down this …
will it ever drink itself
dealin with depression ain’t been doing well
locked inside a room with a demon
stuck at the bates motel
f-cked off the h, uncle stays up in a prison cell
so f-ckin up is in my blood
don’t believe in luck
i’m standin up on this ledge i might f-ckin jump
i swear to god i’ll swan dive
my soul died
when my dad left this world in a burgundy he-rs- with closed eyes
it’s showtime, so dim the lights and let me talk
henny in my blood, i keep telling myself i need to stop
sniff dope at truck stops
grew up hearing gunshots
i really hope your favorite rapper ends up gettin f-ckin popped
i hate rap, i love money it’s nothing new
i ain’t payin dues
oh you big time, the f-ck is you?
top shelf, booze
karate choppin that powder down
mama never quit dem bad habits, she just p-ssed them down
i see things different than all these p-ssies do
all i want is money
i study k!llers and kung fu
step inside my mind, you might think i sleep in a padded room
look at me, i rap
i smoke kush, i got tattoos
i’m cooking in the kitchen turn a 1 to 3
take me f-cking serious, my favrite persons lil b
dope game f-cked off
so hit your boy, follow me
right around this corner, take your money b-tch
i love the beef
it’s mr.dontgiveaf-ck, smash around in monster trucks
middle fingers up screaming burn the world
puke yak, hurl, blow some f-ckin chunks
it’s illfightyou, errybody else is chumps

[verse 3: khris p]
tubs of crack, your pocket watch and turn it up to gold chain
problem is i got pockets wildin out and doin cocaine
lines on the table, lying i ain’t able
genesis to my crucifix, came and i ain’t able
gin and six cups of jesus juice
justify why my jeans is loose
act a -ss and i got reasons to
so f-ck you and everything you are
i’m hollerin money ain’t a thing cause i heard it on a song
so that’s the d-mn thang ain’t it
so pay me
stake props on making it famous
we bout to claim it
b-tch that you supposedly claimin locally famous
l!ckin nuts up on the back of the bus
buzzin the -n-s
fanboy you posed to be a poster child
posted up and you know i got the heater out
i’m hunting rats,snakes,mice,jakes,anything i want cheese
od’d off liquid, i walk slowly
tip-toe, jump cracks, limbo
layin leather like lettermans on the back of bimbos
then you backin our beat bumpin out trucks and windows
with my money i’m doug funny to carl winslows
none of my kin folks sane, all my cuz is country
keep the muscle like bane, the burner in the buggy
lovely, new pit bull, raw yo b-tch my loft
had a off day, ye
them drugs is f-ckin with me
150 for the blinds that cover pupils
coupus ponderous stay thinkin and speakin stupid
but the rule will be, you will see, last light, end of days
d.i.e f-ck n-gga
i’m charles barkley, big dog barkin
ya’ll c-cker spaniels nickname sparky
spark tree, hate to put it blunt but the end is near
a roach burnin and the ashes guts everywhere

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